Guest guest Posted October 15, 2003 Report Share Posted October 15, 2003 My abiding placehas no pillarsIt is roofless-Yet the rain does not wet it,Nor the wind strike it. When it blows,The mountain wind is boisterous,But when it blows not,It simply blows not. Though it has no bridgeThe cloud climbs up to heaven;It does not ask aidOf Gautama's sutras. Ripples appearOn the unaccumulated waterof the undug well,As the formless, bodiless manDraws water from it. The mind;Since there is reallyNo such thingWith what enlightenmentShall it be enlightened? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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